Eye of the Storm (Hudson 3)

it? First things. first."

She went into the bathroom and began to run

the water in the tub. I shook my head.

"All right," she said returning. "I'll drag you in

there, but you'd better help me. I can't do it all. I'm not

some nurse's aide. None of this would have happened

if you wouldn't have driven Mrs. Bogart away

behaving like some tart with that fortune hunter." I shook my head more vigorously as she pulled

away the blanket. Then she squinted and squeezed her

nose.

"Ugh." she said.

Just as she reached for me, the doorbell rang

again. She froze. "Who could that be at this hour?"

she asked.

The doorbell was rung again and acgain.

Whoever it was had decided to get results this time.

A. continuous stream of ding dongs echoed below. "Damn," she cried, returned to the bathroom to

shut off the tub faucet and then stomped out of my

room, this time leaving the door wide open. I listened

as hard as I could. I could hear the front door being

opened.

"What do you want?" she demanded. "I want to see. Rain," Austin demanded in a

stern, strong voice.

"You have some nerve coming back here, be

on the phone in minutes."

"She's not in her room. I looked in the window.

She wasn't in there when I came here earlier either.

Where is she? What's going on?"

"It's none of your business."

"Yes, it is. If you don't tell me, I'll go to the